whatever wind

watch the wind start up/the wind die down

need to go some place where the wind doesn't die

where the start remains

where forgiveness and familiarity

is the smoke stack through the dark green trees/signalling your future home

where every limb suggests embrace

every tree gives off the perfect shade

 and cover from the rain

says, where you  go   I go

where you go

where I go

where the house is

where the walls are that crave words to crumble sweetly to

where inside the walls there's another frame of another world

comprised of whispers that shout in what perfect wind 

when it comes to tear and to test

in whatever wind that reminds the mind 

In whatever wind that brings scent to you 

from another place around the bend

in whatever wind that changes you

changes the look of the land 

in whatever wind that takes your love 

and takes her love 

in whatever wind that swirls and dies 

and is reborn in your loving spark

in whatever wind that keeps track 

in the tracking of its carnage

 in whatever wind that seduces you 

into tall grass with your last love

in whatever wind that brings about new children 

in whatever wind that creaks the door jams 

where your children's growth lines are drawn 

in whatever world where the wind smooths the sails 

of your love's boat 

transparently perfecting the path 

of grey green sea 

between the islands 

and the open blue uncertainty

in the wind where the state is truly in the greatest wait

and all that frenetic fury that dances you

dances me      the sea and the     landscapes

in the wind that makes the word and the world wait

In whatever wind that forgets to

in whatever wind that forgets that there was ever anything 

else but the weight of the wait